Mind if I mention my resurrection?

This pain I felt a year ago had me debilitated. I wonder if I ever really healed. That was in April and the month before I had been assaulted and in and out of hospitals in Ghana. I feel like I died several times last year. I don’t think I’ve ever caught up with Eleisha.

After I cried over this in the car with my friend, I wrote this piece through my tears: 

4.12.21

I knew today didn’t feel right. The memories come flooding when I try not to think of them.

But the truth is, I was attacked.

Resurrection day.

Maybe that’s my trigger. Feeling hurt makes me think of being hurt. 

The bandaid couldn’t even hold my hurt.

Can’t put a bandaid on those types of scars.

Even after being stitched up

I am still attacked 

My wounds are trying to heal but they are constantly clawed at